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==Chapter 8:Lies are Cruel, Truths are Harsher==
Coincidence is a convenient word.

We got to know Misora Miharu because we "coincidentally" saw her getting picked on by delinquents.

Misora-san started getting close to Eita-kun because he "coincidentally" looked like her late onii-san.

Things that are near impossible can be explained by the word "coincidence". Even though you may feel like everything is going too perfect, you won't suspect that everything is just an act. That's borderline paranoid.

......that's what I thought, at least. Until just now.

However, right now, the witnesses to this "act" are right in front of me.

And there's three at that.

"--at. What can we help you with? Huh?"

The blonde-haired boy boasted on his seat, talking in a commanding voice.

Seven o' clock in the evening. The cafe in front of the station.

We moved our seats after we talked with the waitress. Harusaki-san’s mountain of sweets were also moved together with us like a huge nomad group as the trio stared with widened eyes.

“Regarding Misora Miharu-san, I want you to tell me everything you know. Without leaving out any details.”

I cycled my stare through the colourful trio of blonde, brown and red hair.

The burly brown-haired guy returned the stare while tapping.

“Speaking of that, who exactly are you guys?”

If someone asks you something, you answer. That’s how the world works.

“I’m Natsukawa Masuzu. Hanenoyama high school first year student. And this is Harusaki Chihuahua-san, Hanenoyama elementary school first grader.”

“Ya-y! I got a new shiny school bag, I’m so happy♪…...wait who are you calling a first grader!?”

Going with the flow before throwing the punchline, as expected of Eita-kun’s childhood friend.

The red-haired guy’s face twitched.

“Hane High’s Chihuahua, are you the one from that “Doraa live incident?”

“Eh, do you know me?”

Harusaki-san tilted her head with whipped cream stained on her lips.

Doraa live incident is the pitiful, no, painful incident when her classmates asked a confused Harusaki-san “Can you play the guitar?”, and in desperation she screamed “Dorarararaaa!” while swinging her guitar case (empty) around, scaring away the people around her.<ref>Refer to volume 1 chapter 5.</ref>

The red-haired guy seemed to know of this rumor.

“I’ve heard about it from the people of Hane High. Shouting ‘Untan! Untan!’ while swinging a huge guitar around, breaking the school building’s windows, and in the end yelled “I love light music<ref>Might’ve been talking about the anime “K-On!” by Kyoto Animation.</ref>!’ and jumped from the rooftop, but ended up living.”

“How much did I want to stop being human!?”

It somehow got a lot more convoluted without our knowledge.

Rumors are scary……

But well, let’s make use of that in this situation.

“That’s right. It’s that rough Chihuahua-san. You’re better off not making her angry, you know?”

The three of them swallowed their saliva and stared at the pouting Harusaki-san for a good while.

“U-erstood<ref>He skipped a syllable here.</ref>. There’s no obligation to back up the girl anyway. I’ll tell you.”

“Thank you very much.”

I’m really thankful.

With this, we can finally create an opening in Misora Miharu’s plan.

As if he wanted to warn the relieved me, the blond-haired guy spoke up with a serious face.

“I’ll say this first--that girl is bad news. Not making her your enemy is good for you”

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The next day, after school.

After telling Eita-kun that club activities were suspended for the day, Harusaki-san and I headed towards the nearby children’s park.

Of course, we were meeting up with Misora Miharu.

Yesterday, I sent her a mail using Harusaki-san’s address. “I have something important to tell you, let’s meet up, just the three of us.” I thought she would refuse, but Misora-san gave the OK right away. Is she brave, or is she flaunting her confidence? I can’t decide at this current stage.

As we arrived at the agreed upon time of half past four, Misora-san was already waiting.

In the desolate park where no child was playing despite it being evening, she was sitting on a swing.

“You two sure are slow.”

Misora-san smiled. The rusted chain of the swing shook, making an annoying grinding noise.

“Actually, I came to play at this park with my late onii-chan a lot. Because I can’t sit on it alone, I sat on it with him. And then…”

“That’s enough, how about you stop lying.”

As I said that, the sound from the swing stopped.

“--lying?”

Misora-san’s smile didn’t disappear.

She stared at me with her friendly round eyes.

“We heard about everything. About what Miharin planned. Everything.”

Staring directly at Misora-san, Harusaki-san spoke up.

“Regarding Ei-kun saving Miharin from the delinquents, you directed it, didn’t you? You paid them to do that, right?”

“Yeah, three thousand per person, quite good, right? Although I was quite irritated when they were playing with my skirt-”

Misora-san laughed.

She doesn’t seem to fear us at all.

“It seems like you even hired some private investigators to look up on Eita-kun and me. You seem to have spent quite some money, huh?”

“I can get money instantly just by sending a mail to Papa. Compared to getting a hundred thousand yen from him, it’s much harder to get him to talk to me for ten minutes.”

Harusaki-san’s clenched fists trembled.

“The thing about your onii-chan being similar to Ei-kun is also a lie?”

“It’s not like that’s lie, you know? Onii-chan’s name is Keita. Keita. Eita. See it’s similar.”

“......so, what about you liking Ei-kun?”

“Ahahaha!”

Misora-san laughed exaggeratedly.

“Of course that’s a L-I-E! It’s all just an act, act. However it still invoked jealousy in the two of you; isn’t it hilarious?”

Harusaki-san’s cheeks are visibly twisted now.

I think it should be the same with my face.

“You, don’t you feel shame for fabricating that many lies!? Even lying about your childhood friend dying, what exactly do you want!?”

“That’s not it.”

Misora-san instantly replied and stood up.

“That’s not a lie.”

“Eh?”

“I said it’s not a lie. About onii-chan passing away.”

Her eyes changed.

Retaining the smile on her lips, her eyes grew sharper, as if it was penetrating me.

“The Keita onii-chan who Misora loved--passed away because of you, Natsukawa Masuzu.”

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